was. As the last cock spurted downwards the camera panned in on Tina's saturated face. She looked like she had been hit with a pie; her features were blurred and ghostlike under the thick film of sperm-and she was smiling.
Her large tongue darted from her mouth and licked the streaming goo from her upper lip. She wiped her face with her hands and spread her fingers for the camera-they were webbed with come. Methodically she lapped at it, sucking it from the palm of her right hand. She looked like she was having a marvelous time. The last frame had two flaccid cocks framing her head. Her eyes swung back and forth between them before she started in sucking on the one that brushed her right shoulder.
'That one was a lot better than the first don't you think baby?' Tina asked soliciting an opinion from Toni.
'Depends how you look at it, I suppose. Weren't you afraid of contracting some kind of disease with all those guys?'
'To tell you the truth I didn't give it a thought. That was filmed in the apartment of this pimp down in the village. That was his hobby-making home movies. This was one of his first. He used to get everyone jacked up on Cocaine and then turn them loose. He started getting into some pretty weird stuff. I fucked that guy for a year.'
'Yeah.'
'Sure, it was free Coke for twelve months running.' 'Is that why you made it with him?' 'Can you think of any other reason?'
'Not if you can't. What was it like sucking all those guys off at once?' 'Kind of all right I guess. As you could see I had a hell of a load to swallow.' 'You seemed to manage.' 'Oh it doesn't take much.'
'Weren't you worried that those films might get into the wrong hands, like the police?'
'Shit no. What would they do with them? Jerk themselves off and then go for a cup of coffee. I was busted once with a lid of grass and a bottle with three hundred days and you know what happened?'
'What?'
'I give the guy a blow Job like he's never had before and he lets me go, that's all.'
'How many guys do you figure you've made it with up 'til now?'
'Oh honey I lost count by the time I was seventeen. There must have been thousands.'
'And chicks?'
'I'm trying to even the score up there. Chicks are where its at. I mean a little cock now and then is all right but I'm bored with all those wrinkled balls. Hike tits and cunt these days.'
Toni stood up and stretched. 'Are you working tomorrow?' Tina asked turning on the lights.
'Yup,' Tina turned the flame on under the coffee pot and Toni looked at her back and wondered what it must be like to live inside that body, that brain. At that moment she was very glad to be herself.
'Are you sleeping over tonight Toni?' Tina's question was a plea. 'You want me to?' 'You know I do.' 'Then I will.'
After coffee, cake and a joint they showered and went to bed. Tina made love to Toni the way she always did-passionately, almost violent in her intensity as if it was always the last time-her last day on earth. Just before Tina brought her to orgasm Toni thought of that strange vision of her cast upon the wall; with sperm splattered all over her face and she shuddered for reasons she couldn't quite understand.
'There's a guy who wants to see you at table number six Toni,' the bartender told her as she was drying her sweating body off after her afternoon act on Monday. 'Says he's some kind of a talent scout or something.'
'Thanks babe,' she said slipping out of her soaking go-go outfit and into a fresh pair o? underpants.
The guy at table number six was dressed a bit like Fred Astaire and as equally dapper in his manner. Smoothing his silver gray hair at the temples with a well manicured hand he pulled out a chair for Toni and introduced himself. 'My name is Ashton, Miss Corbin, Gregory Ashton and I'm a talent coordinator for several hotels in Las Vegas which is to say,' he said with a pause and a flash of pearly white teeth through his Nevada tan. 'a glorified talent scout of sorts. I'm here in York recruiting girls for a revue at the Tropicana opening this spring. You have heard of the Tropicana?'
'Oh yes.'
'Very good. Well to continue, I caught your act just now and I'm terribly impressed with your work. I mean you are fabulously talented. I hope you realize that.' The compliment was absorbed and accepted with a smile.
'I work hard at it.'
'I can see that. Is this the only… ' he stopped and looked around at the Tampa Lounge reaching for the appropriate word, 'club you work at?'
'This is my steady. I do a lot of free lance stuff in between, bars and clubs on the Island and some of the burlesque houses here in town.'
'I see. Well I'm hoping to interest you, that is convince you to come to Las Vegas. Rehearsals start in a week and you will receive a six month contract with full medical coverage, room and board for the first three weeks, your air fare and a guaranteed take home salary of two hundred and fifty dollars with a pending increase after the first three months.'
'I'm interested!' Toni twitched in her chair, her eyes lighting up. 'But tell me something Mr. Ashton… '
'Yes.'
'Is this for real? I mean are you legitimate. You know a lot of guys come in here with all kinds of stories and after a while some of die come ons get pretty… '
'Please! My dear girl, I understand perfectly and I know just what you're talking about,' he interjected, soothing her fears and tapping his highball glass with a lacquered finger, his ring sparkling like a cat's eye in the dimly lit club. 'If you'll be at this address tomorrow morning at eleven,' he said handing her a business card with embossed lettering with a Park Avenue address, 'you will be presented with a contract which you are free to show to your lawyer and I will explain all the details to you. I come to New York once a year on these missions and this is my eighth year, and to be quite frank with you, I've never used my position of,' he hesitated at the next word which was 'power, uh to swing any kind of, well you understand. It's just not my style.'
'Well that's a relief and yes be there at eleven. Just try keeping me away.'
'I wouldn't think of it. A pleasure,' he said extending his hand, 'a real pleasure. Until tomorrow.'
Gregory Ashton was for real. So was the address on his business card with the Park Avenue address. So was the six month contract with full medical coverage, room and board for the first three weeks plus air fare and a guaranteed take home salary of two hundred and fifty dollars a week. Toni signed on the dotted line.
There were half a dozen girls of assorted sizes, colors, talent and dispositions at the baggage check-in counter of the TWA flight to Vegas the following week. It was a cold, sunny day in March and the terminal was jammed.
'I hope this flight isn't delayed.'
'They better put us up a nice place.'
'I can't stand heat-wet or dry.'
'Vegas is the place to get a rich husband.'
'My legs are killing me.'
'Do you have enough cigarettes?'
The flight left on time. Toni sat next to a six-foot black girl from Arkansas with a wide and very beautiful face with a fall that reached down to her ass. Her skirt was so short and so tight that her underpants flashed visibly every time she moved. 'Honey,' she confessed, 'I don't know about you but I hate flyin'.' Toni watched as she gulped three tranquilizers. 'Why I almost took a train but at the last minute decided-fuck it! I'll try and overcome my fear but right now,' she said looking out the window. 'I don't seem to be doin' a very good job of it. Do you think we're goin' to meet some real nice men?'
'I hope so.'
'Me too 'cause you know somethin'?'
'What's that?'
'I sure could use some. I ain't had nothin' but the worst of luck with men this past year. Why my last beau beat me so bad that if I wasn't this gorgeous mahogany color that I am I would never have gotten this job. I mean I was black and blue. You know all over my thighs,' she grimaced her hand touching the place where the lash had fallen the hardest. Her eyes rolled upwards in her head expressing the pain she had to endure at the hands of her last beau.
